NOT A SHRED OF FLESH!

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A childhood acquaintance of mine proposes

Nay, implies a separation of convenience

He reveals to me lately, how his heart gets drawn

And his mind is swooped by a scavenger of pawn.

Into some new awakening of sorts.

His eyes speak, his nose snorts

His heart beats for the mercenary narcissist.

 

Glacial were the days, when I lost my buddy

Indoctrination was so cruddy, braving towards the bloody

Stop friend! Think friend! Wait friend! I won’t flee

If you went to the trouble, I’d end up in Lee

Or maybe the city morgue, never accorded an orgue

The killing of a buddy by a buddy, a sad smorg

Traitorous, callous, ruthless, a death of two souls.

 

I won’t take flight, from a friend’s fright.

I shall endure bravely, the sword of adversary

But a boon companion, whose pudenda I have won!

From whom I have lent and borrowed?

Whose daughter, my son might falter for?

My childhood buddy, my teenage rascal, my adult theologian.

Should we fall out, over an avaricious self-seeking rascal?   

 

Dear neighbour, there is a hopeless miscreant

Roaming my courtyard nightly, a song bird in high note!

A wave of a knave, who’ll vanish upon gratification

Dear neighbour, I pay no heed to him,

Hear them, the broker votes, enticing our whims

Dear neighbour, we are not shedding a lozenge of blood

Nor a shred of flesh for a self-seeking blackguard  

Who shall never care to know your door post like I do.


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Comments

  1. Anonymous2 August 2022 at 14:42

    Well done Sr. Esther. Very true.
    Praying for God's divine peace before, during and after the election 🙏🙏🙏

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    1. Anonymous2 August 2022 at 16:03

      Great Essy

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    2. Anonymous2 August 2022 at 18:31

      Hello Sr. Esther, thanks for this beautiful piece, lets keep praying for peace, as we come close election day. Keep spreading peace.

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  2. Anonymous2 August 2022 at 20:51

    Amazing 👏👏

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  3. Anonymous2 August 2022 at 21:34

    Nice let spread 👍 it

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  4. Anonymous6 August 2022 at 16:52

    A well packaged message of the moment...

    ReplyDelete

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